One time while deer hunting, I was walking to a spot to start a drive just after lunch. It hit me all of a sudden, so I found a tree that was down across a stream. It was a couple of feet above the stream, so I jumped out of my over clothes and sat with my arse over the edge of the tree. I let it go good, only problem was Canalratt was calling me on the radio, which was a few feet away, to tell me they were in position, and where the hell are you?? I had no baby wipes, scott tissue , napkins or anything else. So I did what any other desparate male would do. I took out my hunting knife and cut the tighty whites off, then into strips. Thank god there was no more hunting downstream that day......
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